Week 9 Theme: Vignette

As I was walking home one day on my way home, I noticed something strange. I walk past this pond everyday, every year, and every season. Its summertime out now and the pond usually have fish, bugs, and animals hanging around it. Today, however, it had a person in it. This person was sunbathing in the sun, while lounging on an inflatable inner tube.
I just walked past him today and was wondering to myself, why he would sunbath in that disgusting, nasty, gross pond?, but whatever- I don’t judge. The next day I had to run into town to do a little shopping and run a few errands. On my way back, I noticed that it was the same guy in the pond as yesterday. Today I stopped and asked him why he’s sunbathing in this pond. He said to him it’s just a pond. One thing led to another and I stayed talking to this guy for like 3½ hrs. He asked me out and I accepted.
We went to the park and had a picnic dinner. It consisted of his families secret recipe for marinade that he made and grilled the steak in it, he also cooked mashed potatoes, corn, and for dessert I baked a many layered fruit dessert- with cool-whip on top! Days past and I ended up in that pond with him. It took him those days to convince me to get in the pond. I still today don’t know how I did it. We had a lazy day and decided to just SUNBATH. I was having these very strong feelings for this guy and I when I leaned in and kissed this wonderful guy, I instantly fell in………

Week 8 Theme: The Vignette

Today is a bright blue sun-shining day and the breeze is consistent with the weather. I’m sitting at an outside picnic table trying like hell to finish a big project on the Highlights of Basketball. I was in the zone and this couple sits down on the other side of the table and starts yelling at one another. I look up and stare at them.
The guy notices me and makes an apologetic face and returns his attention to his lady friend. She is still yelling and starts to dis him. All of a sudden I start to hear a crying. I look up and neither adult is crying, and then the women picks up a baby from the baby carrier. She puts the baby up to her shoulder all while yelling at the guy.
I tried my hardest to concentrate. But could not so I started to pack up my stuff. The guy starts talking to me saying that “Don’t leave on our account, we’ll go somewhere else”. The women picks up the baby bottle and throw it at him as he was talking to me. He threw it back at her and so on. I felt bad for the baby that has to grow up in this environment. I grabbed my stuff and left.

Week Seven Theme: Character

It takes me only 15 minutes to get from my house to her house. I take a couple left turns and a couple right turns (not all in that order), as I turn down on her road off of the main road I can see her house. I pull into the driveway and stare at this beautiful two-story white house. I get out of my car and when I shut the door I hear these voices getting louder. The two younger boys were playing outside. They come running over to me when they spotted me. I got two very large hugs and two wet kisses. I go up the steps and open the door.
I step inside the house and am greeted by this wonderful, bright, smart, and lively blonde headed women. She is in her late 30’s and has four kids and an amazing husband. I have been involved in her life since I meet her only daughter before we entered Kindergarten. I may not be her biological child but she thinks of me as one of her children. I think of her as my second mother. I can go to her for anything and everything.
One weekend I had been saying there. Her daughter (which is my best friend) and I were sitting on the couch, talking about the gossip that we had heard the past week. The two younger boys were playing outside. My second mom was surfing the Internet and listing in on our conversation. She would put in her two cents every once in a while or would tell us something that we haven’t heard yet. It was a great afternoon to share with my second mom and best friend.
The older of the two younger boys had done something to the youngest and the youngest came crying into the house. The mom asked what had happened and he told her in between sobbing breaths. She made him feel better by taking his mind off of his boo-boo. She kissed his boo-boo and told him to go back outside. She is always thinking on her feet and keeping the peace between the boys.
A couple of hours went by and the older boy had hit the younger boy with a rock (didn’t do damage, just stung the younger boy). The younger boy came running into the house screaming and crying. He was holding his right arm where the rock had hit him. The mom had asked what was wrong and the little boy told her. My best friend and I were standing behind her and heard what happened. She told me to go grab the older boy and told my best friend to grab an ice pack and towel.
I went outside to grab the older boy and he ran away from me. I chase him around the yard, but where I’m older than him I out smarted him and caught him by the side of the house. I toss him over my shoulder and took him inside. When I entered the house the younger boy was on the couch with his ice pack, my best friend was sitting with him selecting a TV show for him to watch. The mom was standing by the island in their house and was waiting for him. He didn’t want to go near her, so I gave him a little but of a push towards her. When he was seated she asked him “Why did you throw a rock at your little brother?” He didn’t answer her back. She asked the question again. When he refused to answer her, she had him stand up and she spanked his butt (no lightly either). He laughed at her and told her “it didn’t hurt me mom!” That just made her even madder. She though for a minute, and then moved toward the refrigerator.
She grabbed something off of the top of it and hit it behind her back. She came back over to where he was sitting and decided to give him one more chance to explain why he hit is brother with a rock. When he didn’t answer she showed him the bottle of Tabasco Sauce. He said, “No, no, no.” She said she didn’t care anymore because she gave him three chances to confess and he didn’t. She grabbed his jaw, made him stick out his tongue, and then she placed a medium sized amount of the sauce on his tongue. He swallowed it and made a weird face. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water to drink. His mother was right behind him and when he was done drinking, she spanked hit butt again. She yelled at him about not hitting his brother or anyone in this family (including me) and that he was being sent to his room for the remainder of the night. He could come down for dinner but that’s it.After he went upstairs and slammed his bedroom door, the mom checked on the younger brother. When he said he was fine, she went back on the computer and acted like nothing had happened at all. Told the father what had happened and then later that night pretended that nothing had happened when my best friends younger brother to her but older than the two younger boys asked why his brother was in his room crying.

Week 6 Theme: Place

What can anyone do on a nice summer afternoon when they are not busy? A number of things come to mind like, going swimming, hiking, taking a wilderness walk, and lots more. One of the most popular things to do on a summer day is to go to the park. The park is one of those places that tends to see miracles unfold. I sit in the park today, on my white blanket reading a book. I turn to lay on my side and decide to put my book down and watch the others in the park. I lay on my stomach now and this is what I see:
A beautiful and peaceful afternoon surrounded by sunshine and aromas that filled the bright blue sky. The grass underneath us all was a plush green, with little yellow flowers sprouting all around. I turn my head to the right and see this couple of teenagers making out on a black blanket listening to this heavy metal crap they call music. Behind them a little ways is a couple in there 20’s pulling items from a picnic basket. They were pulling out this plate of chicken wings, two champange glasses, a litter of soda, a blanded colored dessert (my guess: cheesecake), and a plate of french fries. They set everything up around them and as they eat they are snuggled into one another. Further from this addoring couple, is a coulple of kids playing baseball in there field they made for themselves. One of the boys gets up to hit the ball and when it comes right down the middle (looking like a strike from where I lay) he smashes the ball and it flies out of there pretend park and lands in the middle of someone’s food. The teenage girls that were tanning in the park had some food on a picnic table and that’s were the boys ball landed. Luckly to there surprise the girls didn’t notice so the boys snatched it real fast and queitly.
I look more to my left know and notice a beatiful thing: a mother, a father, and a child maybe 1½ yrs old playing. The parents were laughing and giggling along with this child. They were involved in there childs life and cared about what happens (to my surprise I watched them the longest, because I wanted to feel that sence of emotion that this child is receiving. I never got that from my dad- so even though I have two parents, I only feel that my mom is the only parent I have: my dad doesn’t care). As I finally turn my head to other parts of the park: I see animals and there owners playing and eating together, couples of people ranging in ages roaming the park or eating/ or just being with one another. I see families out today enjoying time with one another and older couples enjoying their grandchildren.I decided to lay on my back now and observe the clouds for a while as I still listen to the activities around me. I lay there watching the clouds and realize that I’m tuning out the others and listening to my inner self. I start to get a sence that someone is calling my name and I tune back in to whats going on around me and I do hear my name. I look up and to my surprise I see this gorgeous man walking towards me and hes dressed in uniform. My boyfriend is now standing in front of me, he has just returned home from combat and kisses me on the lips. After several minutes, we strech out on my white blanket and talk about everything. Then this girl walks by us and watches how we interact with one another and she also observes the others. Now I’m part of this park with a partner and not just a girl observing the park!

Week 5 Theme: Narrative a.k.a Story

It’s 4:30am on a Saturday morning and I could not sleep the night before. Why, could I not sleep? That’s an easy question: I couldn’t sleep because today is the Cheerleading State Championships at the Bangor Auditorium. Today is an exciting and sad day, as this is my last cheerleading competition as it’s my senior year.
It’s now 5:00am and I’m still not awake. I get into my car and still have my leopard print pj bottoms and white tank-top on. I put the car into drive and pull out of the driveway. I’m on my way to pick up my friend and fellow cheerleader. I get to her house and she’s still in her pj’s as well. Her mom hands us each a bag that is filled to there rims with breakfast munchies and drinks. She tells us good luck and that she will see us later that day. We get into my car and head to a cheerleaders house where we are meeting our coach to get our hair and make-up done.
It’s now 6:30am and all the girls have shown up and most of the parents. As we take turns getting our hair done, the rest of us either do our make-up or play with the two-year old that is running around. As the time is drawing near we all jump in our cars and head to the high school were we await our bus to take us to the auditorium. When we arrive at the high school the principle is there to let us in and give us all a pep speech. When he’s done with his speech he asks the four seniors to come stand with him. As we do he tells us that he is proud of the work that we have accomplished and that we should be very proud of the efforts that has brought our team this far. When he is done with that speech he hands us seniors a red rose and gives us a hug.
We arrive at the auditorium and sign in. The officials take us to a room and give us extensive instructions on what to do. We finish putting our uniforms on and fix our make-up. We put last minute touches to fix our hair and one last round of hair spray. We all file into a line and walk into the auditorium gym, where we place our bags on our designated bleacher space. We were instructed by our coach to either sit on the bleacher or go see the trainer if needed. When the announcer came over the P.A system letting us know that we can strech and start warming up our stunts, our coach gave us the thumbs up.
The competition started shortly after and all the teams got to perform. Some teams were better than others, our team did average. After the last team perform, we were instructed by one of the judges to stay in the gymnasium and the judges will be back shortly to give us the awards. All the cheerleaders in today’s competition gathered on the mats and played some cheering games. The music was blasting and we were all laughing. After a little while our coach gathered us in a hudle and gave us a speech of her own. She told us she was proud of us either way. She was also grateful to have awonderful squad and that she was going to miss us seniors. When we were hugging our coach the P.A system came on and the judge told everyone to have a seat. The awards were handed out and we unfourtently did not receive an award. We all said goodbye to our families and headed to our room to gather our stuff.
When in our room, a official came to our room and asked that all senior cheerleaders of todays competition please report to the auditorium. When we got there we were instructed to take a look around and remember what cheerleading was all about for us. Then we took a group shot and individual team shoots to put on a banner. Then we signed a blank banner that they would hang in the auditorium. We left on the bus and headed back to Bucksport. When there we were greeted by parents and the principle and was applauded. I got in my car and headed home, where I will cheerish that day forever. What a great day in the history of my senior year!